Falling into Fossils

Parachuting from the sky, funneling downward, falling, falling, falling back into you and the fossils between us.

Unearthing the half-buried bones from the dust and the dirt we reluctantly showered over them.

Polish and shine them up, pretend like nothing happened.

The glory of the bones is now dimmed. Shining white brilliance reduced to a duller color. Either from my nervousness, your brief moment of panic, or the amount of time the fossils spent in the earth wondering what would become of them. Trapped in the dust lingering, waiting.

I tried saving them alone, digging through miles of stone, but I can’t have them. Not without you.

You came to me and now we’re back to the start again, just like when the fossils made their first imprint against the earth.

Now all I want is to stay falling, into you, into us and not have to buy any more fossils that I want to keep.